I’m old. And what I like most about that is — I’m not in the thick of things anymore. I don’t have to be. I’ve got other things to do. Read more.
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Widowed: Shouldn’t I Be Over It by Now?
After more than two years of being widowed, shouldn’t I be over it by now? I’m not. The universe has tilted and it has yet to right itself. Read more.
Tint My Eyebrows? It’s an Existential Question
It’s an existential question I’ve been asking myself lately: do I go gentle into that good night — or do I tint my eyebrows? Read more.
My Years Are Numbered. Give Me Those Blossoms — Now
My years are numbered. Who knows, I might be at the point where I’ve got more money than time. Give me the plant that’s ready to bloom — now. Read more.
A Meditation for Holy Week: An Afterlife Where Time Does Not Exist?
Eternal life? That’s got to be boring as hell. How about an afterlife where time does not exist, that’s outside of time as we know it? Read more.
Widowed: I Get to Have It My Way Now
Jon is gone. He has forfeited his right to have a say in things. Now that I’m widowed. I get to have it my way, 100 percent of the time. Read more.
Widowed: My Husband Keeps Dying on Me
It’s been a full eighteen months since Jon’s death, but even now my husband keeps dying on me. Read more.